Faraway Wanderers

The beautiful boy wasn't dead. After all, Zhang Chengling never hurt anyone. Although he was fierce, he hesitated for a moment, but he left a long and deep mouth on the other side, and blew his blood out.

The scorpion looked at Zhang Chengling, smiled strangely, and murmured: "Someone in the world has such good luck, good boy, you have an incalculable future."

After he finished speaking, he bent down and hugged the beautiful young man who fell to the ground. The young man was twitching, looking at the scorpion, his face was struggling, and the scorpion gently squeezed his chin and shook his head: , Face is ruined. "

After speaking, the hand suddenly exerted strength, and the young man's neck crooked, showing an unnatural arc, and he was strangled to death.

The scorpion did not look at his body, nodded to several people, and turned away with his poisonous scorpions.

Zhang Chengling, holding a **** sword in his hand, stood alone in the yard, as if shaking all over.

Cao Weining tentatively walked over, took his sword from his hand, cleaned the blood, glanced at the young man's corpse on the ground, and patted Zhang Chengling's shoulder, and said, "This ... we were actually quite surprised Yes, I do n’t think he looks like a good guy. What he says may not be true. "

He looked up as if looking for support, but saw Gao Xiaoli staying like a wooden chicken, Gu Xiang thoughtfully, the other two ... clearly have a long-term appearance.

Cao Weining remembered that day when Gao Xiaoli complained of the encounter, when Zhou Zishu said to Wen Kexing when he asked, "The people who know the truth are almost dead, and there is only one left, and we have already seen winning or losing."

Win or lose ... see? He couldn't help but secretly shivered. It turned out that they had thought about it at the time. It turned out ...

Zhang Chengling suddenly raised his head and said to Zhou Zishu, "Master, I remember the day when the man was wrapped in black and asked my father what he looked like. I just ... just ..."

He turned his head, his eyes fell on the young man's body, and his throat moved, but he shook even more. He raised his hands and slightly stomped his feet, and said, "He is ... so tall, his shoulders are wide, and one foot ...... One foot is not easy to see, but when I chased me, I was anxious and walked a little bit, like him-it was the man who seriously hurt Uncle Li, he ... he ... "

Gu Xiang exclaimed in a low voice with "ah", covering her mouth with one hand, and her eyes, which were already large, were about to stare out, as if she had heard the worst thing in the world.

Wen Kexing glanced at her, and quietly raised a hand that was not stained with human blood, touched Zhang Chengling's head, nodded, and said gently: "I know."

He raised his head, his eyes seemed to look far away through the night, and a strange smile appeared on his face, like a tired traveler. After walking through the mountains and rivers, he finally got to see the true face of fate In the same way, there is a little less irony, but more indescribable relief and calm.

Gu Xiang slowly put down his hand and whispered, "Master ..."

Wen Kexing raised his hand to stop her, and said, "You are a girl who got married and spilled water. This matter will never matter to you from now on. You should go to Ye Baiyi and Ye Baiyi tomorrow. Naturally I won't owe your dowry, so don't go back there. "

Zhang Chengling wants to be as strong as possible. He just decided to raise his chest like a real man, protect the protector, and eradicate the thing that is to be eradicated. He will never shrink back, never fear, but tears no matter what he encounters. It seemed like he couldn't stop, falling down one after another. He felt like he was crammed and felt like he was back to the weak child who couldn't do anything.

The bad guy has killed his family. He wants to learn hard and be strong so that he can protect his relatives and friends from being harmed in the future. He can even kill the bad guy and revenge for the dead.

But that is Uncle Zhao ...

His father closed his eyes and took Uncle Li's hand, asking him to guarantee that the person he entrusted to him was that cold night, in a wilderness ruined temple, and Uncle Li dragged Master again, asking him to entrust himself to People.

It was the man who was not with him at all times during those darkest days. He was the one who had red eyes in front of the heroes in the world, and said with a voice that he wanted to get justice for himself. He was ...

The world is too difficult and the heart is too deep. Even the closest and most reliable people cannot be trusted. What else can we trust?

Wen Kexing sighed vaguely, stopped looking at the crowd and turned back to the room, but Zhou Zi paused and beckoned to Zhang Chengling: "You and me, come here."

Zhang Chengling wiped his eyes vigorously, but soon his vision blurred again. Knowing that Zhou Zishu was the most impatient of him crying, he twitched and said, "Master, Master, I, I didn't really want to cry, I was ... I was ... I will be fine in a while ..."

Zhou Zishu sighed and rarely said anything. He reached out and embraced him in his arms. He only approved a gown on the outside of his blouse. He wore it very thin and his body temperature passed through easily. The clothes came out, and Zhang Chengling buried his entire face in his arms. At that moment, it was like leaning on a mountain that would never collapse.

Generations intersect, but scams and scams, Pingshui meets, but can depend on each other.

Cao Weining pulled up Gu Xiang and left without a word. Gao Xiaoli took a deep breath and returned to the room with a lot of thought. There were only two masters and apprentices in the yard. The big witch looked at them through the window. He whispered and asked, "Is that ... Zhou Zhuang? When is he like this ..."

Qiye smiled softly, not knowing whether to answer him, or said to himself: "Isn't he always like this, it was also to Liang Jiuxiao that year, although his face has always been like a father like a brother who doesn't give up." In fact, he secretly planned everything for him, but unfortunately others did not accept him. "

Dawu turned around and looked at him. There was no light in the room. Most of the seven grandfathers were in the dark. Only Yuehua landed on his small half of his face, which looked unlike ordinary people. Qiye said: "If you say that he is a good man of kindness, courtesy, wisdom, I'm afraid he can't admit it. If it's not a good thing ... these thunderstorms he's done, but nothing One is out of selfish desire, for himself. "

Suddenly he turned around, grabbed something, opened the door and walked out, sighing almost inaudibly.

Qiye strode to the yard and threw the things in his arms into Zhang Chengling's arms. It was actually a black iron sword. Zhang Chengling took it in a hurry, stunned, and then slowly nodded after Zhou Zishu nodded. Pull away.

The sword was so wide that it was twice as wide as Cao Weining's. It didn't see any light. Instead, it had an old awkward atmosphere, with a faint halo, and a deep killing intention on the edge of the sword. The average sword is two or three times heavier.

Jian Ming was engraved with two words-"Dahuang".

Qiye said: "This was sent to me to hold and play. The style is good, but I am not good at learning, it is useless, and it is not easy to handle. It is too heavy and I will give it to you."

Zhang Chengling said "Ah", his eyes were red, and he was at a loss.

Qiye said: "The sword should be given to the hero, even if it is a future hero, I have nothing to gain. There is at most one wealthy idler in this life. Hold it, and don't let it down in the future."

Zhou Zishu said positively, "Thank you Qiye."

Qiye smiled slightly, glanced at him obliquely, and said meaningfully: "I've been dating you for some years. I've been struggling and killing each other together, but you're joking with others like that, why? Partially paired with me, so serious and uninteresting? "

Zhou Zishu froze.

Qiye waved his hand, turned around and walked back, saying in his mouth, "Zishu, I am not the King of Nanning, and you are no longer Zhou. With your cleverness, haven't you thought about it yet?"

Zhou Zishu was silent for a moment, and suddenly a look of relief appeared on his face, and laughed loudly at Qiye: "It's not that you dare not make jokes, Qiye looks so beautiful, I am terrified that my vinegar jar has turned over."

Qiye walked for a while, but was not angry, just looked back at him with a crying smile, shook his head helplessly, and went into the room.

Zhou Zishu never slept, and taught Zhang Chengling a set of swordsmanship in the yard. The teenager looked at the side with swollen eyes and he was still slow to respond. The same trick, others might read it, but he wanted to see it. Many times, the question was asked upside down, and it was counted as the past.

At the end, he turned out the pen and paper again, and drew every move of Zhou Zishu's teaching on the paper, and marked with tips and a pile of messy notes next to it. He could not wait to write every word that Zhou Zishu said.

Zhou Zishu asked: "What do you do with this? Isn't it just going to practice?"

Zhang Chengling blushed and said neatly, "Master, you have n’t practiced in Islam before, I ... I know I am stupid, so I set a rule for each move, I practiced 10,000 times before I started Practice the next move, and then review it from time to time, get up early every morning and back ... back ... "

He remembered that Zhou Zishu didn't like him turning his back and forth, and got stuck there and said nothing, carefully looked up at Zhou Zishu, and vomited his tongue.

Zhou Zishu looked at him with complex eyes-if Dazhi is stupid, if he is clumsy, if he is not impatient, and when he is down-to-earth-Scorpion says that Zhang Chengling is lucky, and suddenly he feels that he is more fortunate to be taught by the world's elite.

He patted him on the shoulder and said, "Go ahead tomorrow, do what you can, don't ... sorry for the sword that Qiye gave you."

On the second day, Gu Xiang, Cao Weining and Gao Xiaoli and Zhang Chengling set off. On the one hand, they went to find Ye Baiyi. On the other hand, Cao Weining was uneasy about the Qingfeng Sword School. Gao Xiaoli and Zhang Chengling also wanted to see the truth, and decided to go in secret Seek traces of Zhao Jing and others. Wanting to come to high is one of the masters of the mountains and rivers. If something goes wrong, Ye Baiyi won't stand idly by, maybe he will run into it.

After sending away the four most noisy, Zhou Zishu planned to return to the room for a rest, and pushed the door, and saw Wen Kexing waiting in the room waiting for him. Wen Kexing was sitting on the window with one leg swinging outside. One leg slumped, his hands crossed on his knees, and when he came in, he looked up and smiled.

Then he said, "Axu, I'm leaving."

Zhou Zi paused and asked, "Huifeng Yashan?"

Wen Kexing nodded: "I have been out for a long time, and I have seen people and scenery I have never seen in my life. I should go back and finish the business. Ah Su ..."

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know where to start. He had to grab his own hair, and finally came up with a sentence: "You ... heal yourself well, but don't allow Hongxing to come out of the wall. I will go to Changming Mountain to find you, if……"

Zhou Zishu took out the jug, dangling it in his hand, poured himself a glass of wine, no longer looked at him, but interrupted him with a cut: "I see, you go, don't die."

Wen Kexing smiled silently, and said "take care", the next moment, the figure was no longer in place, only the empty window frame was blown by the breeze, as if there had never been a person sitting there.

Zhou Zishu drank the wine in a glass.